I walked through freezing snow with my newborn because my parents said we were broke. Suddenly, my wealthy grandpa pulled up. “Why aren’t you driving the Mercedes

gotten pregnant by a man who disappeared,” she said lightly, “you wouldn’t be such a burden.”

My eyes dropped to her hand.

The keys dangled from her fingers.

The silver Mercedes emblem swung gently from the ring.

“That’s my car.”

Vanessa closed her fist around the keys.

“Was.”

My father stepped between us.

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